Nightmares were no uncommon occurrence to me. Rather, they seemed to happen nearly every night. Commonly, just waking up as sweaty. Fever dreams did happen, same with hallucinations, but they weren’t ever too serious.

This time was a bit different. It was one of the only dreams that I could remember vividly. I felt as if it was a big metaphor for something deeper.

My body was candle wax. People kept setting me aflame, watching me slowly melt away before blowing out the fire to leave me in a state of pity.

Odd, I thought. I had anger issues, and I supposed that my anger would be the flame, me melting was blowing up on people.

I wiped my sweaty forehead aside, pushing the blankets with my feet. My bathroom was thankfully a couple steps away, but my body was all shaky.

Standing up, I realized that it was difficult to breath. Going in and out was tough on the lungs. Then, I tried to swallow down my saliva, but it got stuck in my throat.

I took a deep breath to wash it down. It felt almost as if it was swollen. Maybe I had an allergic reaction? Better check the mirror.

Beginning to walk toward the mirror, my body felt stiffer than before. It felt as if every limb on me was asleep. Numb. Very numb.

My footsteps were shuffled. Glancing down, I realized that my feet looked the same. Just stiff. I assumed also that there was no color change in them.

Finally, I reached the bathroom. I opened the door, flicked on the lights, looked at the mirror…

Nothing.

Nothing was different.

I felt my cheekbones, the bridge of my nose, my waterline, my forehead, tops of my ears, even on my cupids bow.

Yet, despite all of that, it felt the same. Everything was as it was when I fell asleep. I don’t know why I believed that anything would be different.

Odd, I thought. Something feels different. Not sure what exactly. That makes me nervous.

Oh well. I can’t do anything else. I glanced up at my reflection in the mirror again.

I mean, I would’ve expected something different. Something shocking. After all, I’m in a narrative. You expected that to happen, didn’t you? So did I.

Walking back over to my bed, I slumped into it. I hand ran through my hair, letting my bangs fall against the sides of my face.

I moved back to where I was laying. A pile of sweat emerged quickly from under me. Whatever. I can forget dreams easily.

The same way you should forget about this entry. It’s nothing special. Nothing happened. Nothing happens.

Maybe the “power” I received from the dream is fourth wall breaking?